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She gaed by the stable wliare Jamie was stannin'.
Right sair was his kind heart the flitthi' to see ;
Fare ye weel, Lucy, quo' Jamie, and ran in —
The gatherin' tears trickled fast frae her ee.
As down the burnside she gaed slow wi' the flittin',
Fare ye weel, Lucy, was ilka bird's sang ;
She heard the craw sayiu't, high on the tree sittin',
And Robin was chirpin't the brown leaves amang
O, wha is't that pits my poor heart in a flutter ?
And what gars the tear come sae fast frae my ee,
If I was na ettled to be ony better,
Then what gars me wish ony better to be ?
I'm just like a lammie that loses its mither;
Nae mither, nor friend, the poor lammie can see ;
I fear I hae left my bit heart a' thegither,
Nae wonder the tear fa's sae fast frae my ee.
Wi' the rest o' my claes I hae row'd up the ribbon,
The bonnie blue ribbon that Jamie gae me ;
Yestreen when he gae me't, and saw I was sabbin',
I'll never forget the wae blink o' his ee.
Tho' now he said naething but fare ye weel, Lucj r ,
It made me I neither could speak, hear, nor see ;
He couldna say mair, but just fare ye weel, Lucy,
Yet thai; I will mind to the day that I die.
The lamb likes the gowan wi' dew when its droukit,
The hare likes the brake and the braird on the lee ;
Rut Lucy likes Jamie, she turn'd and she lookit,
She thought the dear place she wad never mair see.
Ah ! weel may young Jamie gang dowie and cheerless !
And weel may he greet on the bank o' the bum !
His bonny sweet Lucy, sae gentle and peerless,
Lies cauld in her grave and will never return.
The author of this beautifully pathetic song was William Laidlaw, an intimate friend
of the late Sir Walter Scott. Like Blair, the author of the " Grave," it is said he never-
wrote but this one piece ; and the more's the pity that one so capable should hang his
harp on the willows.